A Perfectly Messed-up Story Novels & Stories

“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.

They stand out on the sidewalk appearing to be discussing something. “What is this place and what does that sign suppose to mean?” Victor asked, frustrated. Flawless Inc. is tucked away in a quiet corner, taking up a four-block radius of the metropolis that is overlooking the river. The building stood over 25 stories tall, layered in glass and gold. “Look, let’s just follow the plan and pretend we are interested in being clients.” Greg tells him. “I want to talk to her first. I told you that at the hotel. It’s personal and I don’t need you guys here for that.”

she turned around and left. “Oh, stupid!” was the only thing she heard from Amanda. She didn't notice when Andrew was in his boxer shorts behind her. “You can't leave like that,” he said, meeting her gray eyes. She felt like the world had fallen on him. “There is nothing more to do here,” she said, “There is no more us, this is over”. “I'm not going to leave you so easily”. He screamed again. “Stop the stupidity and go with Amanda. In the end, you're both just like shit,” she pushed him and left the apartment.

"I've never read it before, it was just sitting here when I came in but I didn't know what it was about―" "Are you enjoying it?" Xavier repeated, interrupting my panicked rambling. There was lightness in his tone, but his face was serious. I swallowed, chewing my lip. "Yeah, I am. It's an interesting telling of the Moon Goddess' story, I―uh, I wasn't expecting the pictures though," I told him, trying to laugh away my discomfort.

I had slept like no one's business and woke up to people arguing. My life was like a soap opera now, I didn't blame anyone. Perfect does not hold for long. It gives up in one swift movement and everyone in the perfect ship just drowns with it. At least the flawed have a way out. They always see it coming, everyone does, no one is even surprised. Just as I focused. Elaine pulled the covers again and this time they all pooped their head in the camera starting with Luke. Dear God, I love the but they won't give me peace. I laughed inside my head.

Bitter, slightly hysterical laughter that made passing strangers stare. "What?" Von looked alarmed. "What's funny?" "Us. This situation. Everything." I gestured wildly. "A week ago we were strangers accused of murder. Now we're married, raising your kidnapped son, pregnant with a baby conceived through mutual medical assault, and preparing to fight for custody of your criminal ex wife's baby. It's so absurd it's almost beautiful." "Beautiful is not the word I'd use." "No? What would you use?" "Catastrophic. Complicated. Completely insane." He paused. "But also kind of perfect. In a very damaged way."

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“The cold Duke. The rebellion. He was a wild card. And I… I led him right off your page.” A flicker. Her steady mask slips. Anger burns behind her stare, sharp enough to pull the corners of her eyes tight. Then - stillness returns, cool and unbroken. "He's a problem. A fixable one. You though - you don't fit." . A gap shows up in how the story fits together. When gaps stay open, everything holding it up can fall apart Back I step, feet pressing into damp soil where flowers grow. "This ends badly. Someone's on their way."

I feel my face make a confused expression as I click on it. Did you ever experience something like this – your day was going perfectly fine , everything was simply perfect but then with just one message your entire day gets ruined? This is what I experienced today – I was having an incredible day. It was quiet , it was peaceful and most importantly it made me forget my troubles. It was great until a ghost from my past made an appearance…

Her tears, her helpless act, and her fear of being abandoned—there'd be no one to fall for any of it anymore. "I'm not lying," I said, looking at Nicole. "I applied to a college in Sorlington through waitlist admission. I'm majoring in law." Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears spilled out of them nonstop. "How could you do this, Fi? How could you abandon me?" She cried so heartbreakingly that it drew looks from nearby guests. Preston's expression darkened more and more. Then, without a word, he crouched down and picked up the papers scattered across the floor, one by one. His movements were very slow, as if he were deliberately holding something back.